“How will I know that you’ll be good, doing the things you know you should?”
For all of the flak Roosh V gets, one thing [above all] irritates me.
And that is:
He is called a “sex tourist”.
Nothing, in fact, could be further from the Truth.
He is, as he claims to be, a “love tourist”.
He simply does it penis–first.
Sadly, for the man himself, this is an effort doomed to failure.
For all of his wisdom and experience [which, I freely grant, is considerable], he is still that scientist that gambles on physical/chemical laws to grant him a win.
For all of his rants/observations on the irrationality of women, he expects to somehow trump every bit of it via logic and study.
Whether it be through psychological understanding, chemical [oxytocin] bonding, etc.
He’s seeking an irrational goal [Love] utilizing rational means.
Hence, doomed to failure.
What he’s yet to comprehend, that artists such as myself have understood for centuries is, when it comes to women:
It’s best to put your worst foot forward.
Show them the rage/pain/turmoil within you poetically, incrementally, unashamedly and, most of all, unapologetically.
If done properly, they will love you unconditionally [through your work] without ever having even heard your voice.
This is what convicts and artists have understood/still understand at some level.
And, for all of our faults: